Heaven Sent

by Avelyn Paige

“Shit! I didn’t mean to be such a dick. I just need you to know that I will never have one of those sluts in my bed when I have you by my side. Before you, those women were a means to get my rocks off and take the edge off after a long run with the club. They meant nothing to me then and they mean nothing to me now. You are far more than I ever could want in a woman, Dani. You’re changing me.”

  That goddamn smile blossoms on her face again, I know that I’ve hopefully made her see how I feel. I’m not ready to tell her that I love her yet, but I care about this woman far greater than I have cared about anything in my life.

  “Now, you finish up and get ready. I have a big day planned for you. Wear something comfortable and meet me out in the garage when you’re ready.”

  Slapping her ass on the way out of the shower, she pokes her head out the door.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asks.

  Knowing that I’m not exactly ready to show her my hand yet, I tease her. She needs to be surprised because I’m fucking sure if she protested, we’d spend the entire fucking day in bed, and that would defeat the damn purpose of giving her a happy memory. My cock driving into her for hours would sure as fuck be burned into my head as a goddamn happy memory, but that’s not the point of today. It’s about her. I just have to convince my dick that he needs to take a vacation day until later. As she waits for my answer, I can see her frustration plainly across her face.

  “I’m taking you to a place where all your dreams will come true, Dani.” Confusion fills her eyes as I just walk out of the room. She needs to get ready and so do I. I just hope deep down she likes what I have planned for today because her pussy is mine as soon as we get back to my house.

  This man has rocked my world far more than he’ll ever know. I dropped my guard around him from the very first moment I saw him. His glares while I toiled about the clubhouse nearly killed me from sexual overload. That man could probably make a woman cum by just staring at her with those silver blue eyes if he tried hard enough. Hell, I might challenge him to try that on me someday. Everything about him makes me feel as if he could see into my soul. I’m honestly glad he can’t because I never want him to know about my past in the details I’ve deliberately hidden from him. I’ve given him all he needs to know about my family and past. The rest needs to stay buried back in Cleveland, not only for my sake and his, but the club’s as well. They wouldn’t want a woman hiding from the police in their midst, and I need more time to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do next. I know they aren’t angels themselves, but this could be one step too far on the bad shit meter for them to want to deal with now that Twisted Tribe is no longer an issue for them. I just need to keep my guard up around him until I know it’s safe to reveal my secrets, if that day ever comes.

  I hurry, trying to get ready to meet Hero in the garage, but it doesn’t take me long to realize that the only clothes I have here is the dress from last night. Opening the bedroom door to yell down to him about my lack of decent apparel, I find a bag of clothes hanging on the door knob. I unzip the bag to find some of my clothes from the clubhouse. How in the hell did he manage to get clothes here for me that quickly? Rummaging through the bag, I find a pair of jean shorts, a simple pink and black tank top, a pair of my flip flops, and a bra. Motherfucker. He didn’t get me underwear. He’s so fucking dead.

  Walking out into the garage, I see that Hero’s black Harley is not in its usual parking space, and in its place is a black Ford F-150 pick-up truck. I finally track him down when I find that he’s out on the driveway talking to Slider. When he sees me he gives Slider a nod as he revs the engine of Hero’s Harley and pulls away, a cloud of dust blurring his departure. That explains the clothes and the lack of underwear. Hero would flip his shit if he knew Slider had been in my underwear drawer in his room. I notice that Hero doesn’t have his cut on. He never takes it off. He’s so attached to that thing, I bet he’d rather die than have an emergency room cut it off. I mean, come on, he didn’t even take it off the first time we had sex. Not that I was complaining, but it’s like another appendage on him. His cut, bike, and dick are all his favorite toys. What the hell is going on?

  “Where’s your cut?” I ask while giving him a suspicious look.

  Shrugging his shoulders at my question, he opens up the truck door. “Your chariot awaits,” he says with a sweeping bow. Crossing my arms, I skeptically look at his grand gesture.

  “You’re acting weird. What the fuck is going on? You’re not wearing your cut and we both know you’d rather die than take it off. Plus, not only did you let Slider ride off into the sunset with your gas-powered second-favorite appendage, but now we're riding in a four-wheeled vehicle. So I am going to ask again, where the fuck are we going?”

  My irritation and suspicions about his secretive plan must amuse him because he’s nearly doubled up laughing at me. “Dani, just get in the damn truck. You can be shitty and bitchy with me all you want but I’m not telling you. You need to wipe that frown off your face, princess, because I am taking you out today, and you will enjoy it.” Pulling me with him, he ushers me into the truck and shuts the passenger door. He deposits himself into the driver’s seat and starts up the truck. Pulling out of the driveway, we head south on CA 57.

  “I’m not a fucking princess, Hero. Never fucking call me a princess ever again. I hate that word.”

  “Shit, angel. Princess is off the nickname roster. Jesus! That came out of nowhere,” he exclaims.

  An intense silence falls over the car. I hate that things from my past keep creeping into the present. He used to call me his princess and I loathe the word. That name needs to stay buried in the past and far from being associated with Hero. He isn’t him and I can’t let something like that fucking nickname brand him as an enemy in my mind. Settling into staring out the window, I watch as the buildings and cars zoom past us.

  “You can keep watching the road signs to figure out where we're going or you can scoot your sexy ass over here and snuggle up with me. Hell, I wouldn’t mind some road head at this point. Can’t do that on the bike, so I guess driving a cage does have its perks.”

  “Maybe I like it over here. No one keeps secrets on this side of the truck.” As soon as the lies spill from my mouth, I instantly regret it. I have more secrets than I care to admit and continually lying to him hurts more and more each day. He must sense a change in the mood because he reaches over and pulls me closer to him. Smashed up against him in the driver’s seat, I start to feel a little bit better about my lies. It’s for his own good. He won’t want me when he finds out.

  “Not sure what just crossed your mind, Dani, but that shit needs to stop now. Smiles only today. No tears, sadness, or shitty moods, you got it?”

  “Yes, Hero. I’ll be a good little girl,” I say, mocking him. He smiles at me while reaching over to the stereo and cranking up the Theory of Deadman playing on the radio. As the driving rock beat pounds out of the radio, I drift in and out of consciousness. The swaying of the drive soon rocks me to sleep against Hero’s shoulder. Why is it I can’t seem to relax unless I’m with Hero? It’s like my body senses him near and flips the relax switch. No one has ever done this to me before, and I’m not sure that I like it.

  I don’t wake up again until the truck comes to a stop. Opening my sleepy eyes, Hero’s eyes lock onto mine. “Time to wake up, Dani.” He scoots himself out of the truck and pulls me along with him. Once my eyes focus on my surroundings, I realize that we are in a parking garage. Pulling me alongside him, he laces his fingers with mine. This seems so normal that it’s almost weird. I’m not used to normal relationships or hell, a real relationship where I wasn’t being used. We continue to walk to an escalator that ferries us to the ground floor of the parking structure. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I realize where I am. My face is frozen in shock. Hero brought me to Disneyland.

  “Surprise, Dani! I wanted you to experience something that those bastards of parents should have given you as a kid. It’s just you and m
e today. No fucking rules or regulations. No club brothers watching us. Just you and me, Dani and Tyler. A normal couple enjoying a fun-filled day at the most magical place on Earth. I might lose my man card doing this, but fuck it. I want my girl to be happy.”

  I’m still too shocked to speak. This badass biker brought me to Disneyland. What the actual fuck? He’s willingly given me a slice of normal happiness even if he’s not exactly the hearts and flowers kind of guy. I guess this explains why his cut remained at home. If the tattoos weren’t scary enough, the cut might have had security on our ass the entire day. We’d stick out like a sore thumb but hey, we might have cleared the ride lines with Mr. Tattooed-Scary-Biker.

  “Hero, you have no idea what you’ve done.” I jump into his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him feverishly. His lips return my gratitude before we notice we’re being stared at by the young families entering the park beside us. He lowers me back to the ground and reaches into his pockets, retrieving a sparkly silver headband. “I couldn’t fit a tiara in my pocket, so I got you this instead,” he says as he gently pushes it into my hair. “You might not be able to go through the Disney Princess experience, but you are a queen in your own right today. The queen of my heart.”

  I squeal while he puts the headband into my hair. Reaching up to his neck, I pull him into an impassioned kiss. “Thank you, Hero.”

  “I’m not Hero today. I’m simply Tyler.” Stepping onto the tram, we ride into the park. We wind around the beautiful sections of plants and flowers as the tram’s speaker system relays park information. A few minutes later, the tram comes to a stop in front of a line of buildings. Disney themed shops and restaurants line the tram stop with lights swinging from the tree branches. Family after family excitedly exits the tram and runs for the entrance of the park. God, I’d love to bring my kids here someday. To see their smiling faces as we pull up would be well worth the expensive price. A pang of sadness hits me thinking that I may never get the chance to have kids.

  Hero snaps me out of my depressed haze. Taking me by the hand, Hero leads me to the ticket counter. He gets two all-day passes for us and we walk into the park. The hustle and bustle of the various different families reminds me that I never got to experience this kind of magic as a kid. My heart aches that I was never given the chance to dress up like my favorite Disney princess and walk the park like royalty. My mom could never afford to do anything like this after my dad died. Even after she married Bob, money was always tight. Yet this man is attempting to give me the life I deserved as a kid. I don’t fucking deserve him. Watching the kids run into the park giggling and screaming in excitement brings a smile to my face again and fills my heart with hope. I want this life so badly. It’s so simple and happy. There’s nothing complicated about it all. No running or hiding, just blissfully happy smiles and fun.

  “So, what do you want to ride first?” he asks. “It’s a bit different from the last time I was here, but I’ve heard a couple of the guys say that their kids like Pirates of the Caribbean and the Indiana Jones ride.”

  “I have no idea where to even start, Tyler.” Saying his real name so easily makes my heart beat just a little faster. No one calls him by his legal name at the clubhouse, so I know this means something to him. It’s an honor that he lets me say it.

  “Well, I took the liberty of grabbing a map of the place for you. Pick a land and we’ll go.”

  Scanning the colorful map, I notice the various lands and their corresponding rides. I know I’ll never be able to pick so I close my eyes and point to the map. “Well, it looks like we’re going to Fantasyland. You ready to ride It’s A Small World?”

  “Fuck, you had to pick that one first. Be prepared, it’s the song that never fucking ends, and it will get stuck in your head. The fact that I even came to Disneyland, let alone about to step foot on this ride stays between us. The guys would have my balls chopped off and put into your purse if they knew I was here, and especially not in my cut. I told Raze I wanted to fuck you all day long, uninterrupted from club bullshit.”

  His admission makes me snort and my pussy clench all at the same time. He’s still the badass biker and club VP that could melt my panties off with just one glance without the cut and the Harley. “Your secret is safe with me, biker boy. Hell, maybe you’ll like it so much here, you’ll ditch the leather for a Mickey Mouse costume.”

  He laughs heartily while shaking his head at my response. “Not fucking likely, Dani. Oh, and biker boy? Baby, you know damn well that my cock can do things to you that no boy would ever be able to do. I’m all man, angel, don’t forget that.” He trails his fingers down my neck and grazes my erect nipples. “You remember how much he filled your mouth and pussy up this morning. Try thinking about me bending you over, ripping your panties off and fucking you in one of those boats from that goddamn ride. I would be pounding into your tight little pussy to the beat of the music.”

  “Jesus, Tyler. I think my pussy just came from that visual.”

  “I told you, angel. Every single one of your orgasms belongs to me. I know how to make a pussy purr without even stripping you bare.” His hands slide to the zipper of his jeans as he adjusts himself. “Now, we have to quit talking about this shit. I’m half-cocked as it is so let’s get the most annoying ride on the fucking planet over with before I drag you off to the darkest corner I can find and fuck you while Mickey Mouse watches and beats off.”

  The thought makes me shiver and although I’m excited at the idea—well, not the Mickey Mouse part, but fucking Tyler in a forbidden place—I can’t let him know that the idea turns me on or we’ll end up in Disney Jail for indecent exposure. Wait! Is there even a Disney Jail? The thought of Mickey Mouse slapping a set of handcuffs on Tyler sends me into a fit of internal giggles. He’d never live the moment down. He watches me for a moment, gauging my reaction at his proposal, before he drags me off toward the princess castle. I bet he was hoping for a quickie rather than going on the first ride I picked. Too bad, I want to experience everything I can while we’re here. Living for the moment now and not letting tomorrow take away from the experience is my motto for today.

  We spend the entire day riding the rides and taking in the various parades. It took some convincing, but Tyler finally agreed to get his picture taken with Ariel and me. I kept trying to tell him that he was going to be between two hot chicks, but he still dragged his feet before finally relenting to my will. I might have bribed him with sucking his cock on the way home to do it, but it still worked. He ordered that I only get one copy of the photo, but what he doesn’t know is that I bought more than one copy while he stalked off to the bathroom in a bitch and moan fit. Never leave a woman to her own devices when you’ve acted like an ass. The copy I picked up for the club will be stowed away for blackmail later. I wonder what Raze and the guys would think about their VP canoodling with a Disney Princess. You’d probably be able to hear them laughing all the way from Upland.

  My favorite part of the entire day is just being with him. He dragged me around the entire park to the point my feet are sore and aching. Tyler insisted we needed to watch the fireworks, much to my anguish and need for him to act on his previous promise after teasing me the entire day. Every time we stood in line for a ride, his hands found their way to my ass while his lips assaulted me. I thought for sure that security would be waiting for us after he tried to finger me on Pirates of the Caribbean. Even the cannon fire couldn’t hide my moans when he brushed against my core. The fucker plays dirty, but I love that about him. He doesn’t care who’s watching us, and honestly, that excites me a little bit. It’s so forbidden, but it’s a sinful pleasure I think I’d like to try someday. Thinking about his attempts, I honestly would have slid onto his lap and fulfilled both of our wishes if our boat hadn’t have been filled with a dozen little kids. After I swatted his hand away a few times, he gave up, but even I know that was just a time-out for what he likely has planned later, or at least I’m hopeful for later.

  With just
fifteen minutes left before the fireworks show, he finds a spot near the front of the castle and pulls me into his arms. Tinkerbell flies across the sky as the fireworks boom behind the castle. Tyler places his chin on the top of my shoulder, watching them with me. Just as the finale springs to life, he twirls me around and brings his lips to mine. He kisses me like no one is watching, running his fingers through my hair as colorful bombs burst in the air over us. It was the perfect moment for such an impassioned embrace. The only thing that would have made it better is if we were climaxing during the finale’s booms, but we’d have to explain to Disney Jail why two grown adults fucked to the beat of the fireworks on Main Street USA. At least that would have been a great story later.

  He pulls away from my wanting lips just before the last firework explodes in the sky.

  “You are my slice of Heaven, Dani. I always thought I was destined for Hell, but you’re pouring light back into my dark soul. You’re my fallen angel.” His words cut through me but before I can speak, the crowds begin to push against us as the lights illuminate Main Street again.

  “Let’s get you home,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m ready to eat my queen’s heavenly pussy before I make her angelic voice sing to the Heavens before we have to go back to reality.”

  We ride the tram back to the parking garage. Sliding into the truck, I snuggle up against Tyler and begin to doze on the ride home. He’s true to his word as he carries my exhausted body into the house. We make quick, passionate love before we both fall asleep in each other’s arms. As my eyes succumb to my exhaustion, I wish that every day could be like this, but even I know that Hell will constantly be looming in the distance.

  It’s hard to believe that she and I have been fucking nonstop for over a week. I know she thinks I’ll tire of her body soon enough, but my need and want for her only grows. I find myself deliberately making sure I’m around when she’s in my room naked. She’s called me a stalker on more than one occasion, but I can’t fucking help it. It’s like as soon as her panties hit the floor, an alarm sounds in my dick that she’s ready and waiting for me. She’s driving me crazy to the point that we have to spend more time away from the clubhouse than I should be allowed because I can’t stow my need for her. She could walk into a room covered from head to toe and my dick would ache for her. It doesn’t bother me being able to show outwardly that Dani is mine, but I doubt my brothers would love seeing the bulge in my pants during Church. Then again, it would probably give them all dick envy.